Three Un-attributed Poems
These eyes are gems of liquid,
that store brilliantly the rays of color and light,
like the reflections of the world
through a glass of water,
I know all I see is distorted.
Mania seems a release, where
you are leased for a new time
the feeling of all the world's
greatness, new again,
exposed for a short time.
Tender ar the memories of the past,
but of the past they are not
since they hold all the emotions of the moment,
now they are remenisced, subjective,
and new.
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Artwork:
Quartz Vandyke Print, 2016. (7"x8" vandyke brown print.)